Keep You on Your Toes

The fact that Basanti was growing to be as big as Cataleya didn't faze Maija. She was proud to be exactly three feet tall, even if she didn't loom over those destined to be bigger. It was a fact that she didn't share with anyone, for what was the point in sharing information that could be used against you? The golden vixen would always be paranoid about everything, but not as much so when around her pack members.

The smirk remained on the woman's face as she stopped beside the growing girl, gaze less hardening than usual. "Better," she admitted, ears perking forward before they started walking again. "Still hating leopard seals with a passion...Bastards.." If Basanti had a problem with Maija's cursing, then the golden vixen had no idea. The girl was a year old now -- almost two, it seemed -- so if she didn't know the words by now, Maija would be surprised.

They walked through a very marshy piece of the Moor, of which Maija enjoyed as her paws got more dirty and wet. Unlike Pandora, she didn't mind getting her paws dirty, whether it be dirt or blood. Her claws flexed into the ground as they walked, getting underneath her nails after leaving impressive prints. "And you?" she asked, knowing that manners could go a long way; even if she didn't like them, there were exceptions.

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